The tick of the clock woke me up. At least, I thought it was the tick of the clock.

In fact, it was the click of the lock as Gloria bound me to our bed. I had a moment to try to figure out what had happened while I’d been asleep. While I pondered, Gloria remained busy, binding my ankles to the footboard of the bed with thick leather straps. She was wearing only a black negligee, and her honey-colored hair was loose to the middle of her back.

I glanced at the clock to my left. It was almost two in the morning. Yet even at this late hour, Gloria appeared to be wide-awake. We’d been out earlier in the evening — an engagement party for friends of ours — and we’d returned home before midnight, fucked in the shower, and crawled into bed together. Exhausted, or so I’d thought — so I’d been.

“Close your eyes, baby,” Gloria said, and I shut them on her command and then felt the whisper soft caress of her velvet blindfold covering my closed lids.

Generally, we play dirty. That’s our style. That’s our comfort zone. Gloria is top to my bottom, queen to my knave, domme to my sub.

The evening had overflowed with frivolity, festivity. Our lovemaking in the shower following had been sweet and fulfilling. But perhaps the tryst hadn’t fulfilled Gloria. Not to her standard needs. Gloria is a domme to her devious core, and while she can enjoy a more vanilla sex romp from time to time, what she truly desires is to be in charge.

Like she was now.

How had I been lulled into thinking that a soapy shower romp would satisfy my mistress? That isn’t the way Gloria is wired. She craves the crackle of incendiary heat between us. She devours my every submissive need.

“That’s how I like you,” Gloria said, obviously admiring my bound form.

My ladylove is a pro at bondage games. My wrists were cuffed over my head, my ankles were bound, and I was covered only by the lightest of satin sheets. Then I wasn’t even covered by that as Gloria pulled the sheet from my body with the flourish of a magician performing a trick. Suddenly, I was naked and bound for Gloria — exactly the way she likes me.

“How’s my lover?” Gloria purred.

“I’m…”

“Shhh,” she demanded, and I realized in a flash that she wasn’t talking to me. I could feel her warm breath on my midsection. She had moved closer to my body. So close that she was taunting all my nerve endings with her proximity.

“How’s my sweet thing?” she asked next.

Oh, I understood. She was addressing my cock. Although usually the strong silent type, my dick did respond to her words. I felt my erection vibrating as Gloria’s warm breath met my most sensitive skin. I positively twanged at her words.

“You like that, don’t you? You like the way my mouth feels on you?”

“Oh, lover,” Gloria sighed. “The plans I have in store for you tonight…”

Clearly, my lady had stayed awake while I’d drifted to dreamland. She’d hatched ideas and sorted schemes — because in a heartbeat I felt something new, something foreign and unexpected, sliding down my dick. A cock ring. I sighed inwardly. Yes, Gloria had ideas. The ring was one she’d given me for my last birthday. I could tell from the way the cold material felt on my skin. Once the ring was in place, Gloria truly began to tease me. She started by tickling my sensitive balls with her fingertips. I groaned and bucked, unable to stop myself, yet not making much difference because of how tightly Gloria had bound me. Still, she did not seem to appreciate any unauthorized actions on my part. Quickly, I found this out when she added a ball gag to my other accessories.

“You’ll speak when spoken to,” Gloria said firmly as she buckled the gag into place. I didn’t complain. I love wearing the gag for my mistress. It enhances my feelings of true submission. I appreciate the stretch of the ball, the way I’m forced to keep my mouth wide open, and how I’m unable to speak. But in case things ever go past my comfort level, Gloria and I have worked out a system for safewording when I’m so firmly bound for her pleasure. If I kick the footboard twice, Gloria knows to stop what she’s doing and check in with me. I wasn’t kicking now. I was holding myself still and waiting for the next chapter of pleasure and pain in our evening.

Satisfied with my obedience, she resumed her tickling, stroking my ball sac and letting her fingers wander into the space behind. Holy fuck — that felt awesome. I would have told her, would have thanked her, except the gag kept me silent. Mentally, I let Gloria know how grateful I was for her attention. I wondered if she could sense that gratitude spilling out of my body.

It wasn’t the only thing spilling out of me. My cock leaked copious amounts of pre-come as gorgeous Gloria ran her fingers all over me. Next, she added lube. She gave me no warning, but I felt the greasy glide of her fingertips working over me, now coated in the slick lubrication.

“How do you like that?” Gloria whispered. “How does that make you feel, huh?”

I gurgled behind the ball gag. There was no way I could answer her, and Gloria knew that. But of course, she still wasn’t talking to me. To emphasize this, she manhandled my dick, wrapping her delicate fingers all around the rod. She jerked me a few times above the cock ring, and I shivered all over. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted release more than anything, but I knew from past experience as Gloria’s plaything that any type of orgasm I might crave was a long way away.

It might be two in the morning. Every other person in our building might be fast asleep. But Gloria was only just starting.

“How’s this?” she asked next. “What do you think about this?” That’s when I felt a small motor rumbling. It took me only a second to figure out what made that type of sound. Gloria had grabbed hold of one of our vibes, and she was running the tip of that superlative stick up and down my own stick. My eyelids fluttered beneath the blindfold. I was a writhing mass of excitable nerve endings. In mere minutes, Gloria had brought me to the brink of an earth-shaking orgasm.

“And this?” she asked now, and she’d taken another toy in hand and was cautiously probing my anus. That was a butt plug. I’ve worn the device for Gloria countless times. She likes to screw the toy inside me and make me serve her. She enjoys knowing that I am filled in my back hole by the naughty little plug. More lube joined the first squirt. She was really wetting me up down there. There was no more pressure from the plug for a moment. She was scooping up the lube and slickening up my anus good and proper.

My sighs were coming steadily. Yes, I was muffled, but that simply meant I wasn’t as loud as I might have been. Gloria touching my backdoor like that would have been enough stimulation to send me over the edge. Except that I was currently wearing the cock ring, so that kept my climax in check.

“You like it like this?” she teased, and she tapped my asshole for me. Tap. Tap. Tap. I howled behind the gag. “Just like this?” she whispered. Tap. Tap. Tap. I loved that feeling, and she — my dirty, filthy girl — knew it.

I wanted to tear free of my bindings, rip off the cuffs and the mask, demand she fuck me with the toy, release my cock from the ring, take pity on me.

But because I am a submissive to my core — the way Gloria is a domme to hers — I didn’t actually want that. Those desires were simply tricks of my tormented brain. My body told the truth: that I couldn’t have been happier being bound and played with by my wicked girlfriend. Ultimately, she would allow me to climax. Until then, she would keep me teetering in this limbo land of pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain.

Gloria started to slip the tip of the toy into my asshole, and I actually managed to make a noise sounded like “oh, yes” around the gag. She laughed delightedly and shoved the toy all the way inside me. I was full, the way I love being full. Gloria spun the base of the butt plug, and I groaned around my gag. That felt so filthy and good, I could hardly formulate thoughts anymore. My mind was filled simply with a hum of sweet pleasure. My Gloria was making me feel like this. She had my fantasies held tight in her fist. She knew exactly how thrilled I was that my cock was bound for her and my asshole was stuffed.

“That’s right,” she said. “You love being impaled, don’t you?”

This, I thought, was finally being addressed to me, and I nodded. She let go of the vibe she’d been using on my cock, and she ruffled my hair. “Good boy. Now show me exactly how grateful you are.”

With those words, she stopped paying attention to my lower region entirely and slid her body forward until her pussy was perched in front of my mouth. Then she undid the ball gag so that I might do something with my tongue that would please her. I knew better than to simply start lapping at her. She had to give me permission. This was a decadent treat. I needed to be worthy of her affections.

“What do you want to do, lover boy?” she crooned.

“I want to lick your pussy,” I said.

“Just lick it?”

“Suck it. Slurp it. I want to drink every drop of your sweet honey,” I babbled. “I want to make you happy. I want to make you come.”

“That’s my boy,” she said. “Do it.”

The fact that I was still wearing the blindfold added a special kind of spice to my actions. I was lost in darkness, but I found Gloria’s nectar, her ambrosia. Sometimes, Gloria rubs a finger in her pussy and spreads her juice on my lips before I leave for work. She understands exactly how much I crave her taste and her scent. My tongue played over her pussy the way I know she adores. She helped me, peeling open her own pussy lips, thrusting her cunt forward so that I could dine on her to her divine specifications.

“Make circles,” she demanded. “Use the tip of your tongue to make little circles.” I followed her order automatically and with the alacrity that Gloria has come to expect. I made concentric circles that honed in on her clit. Then she said, “Up and down, as if you’re drawing a line.” I did that, putting even more force into the motions. Gloria was the one to sigh now. Her whole body quivered as I brought her to a higher level. I could feel the silk of her nightie against me. I appreciated that she was still wearing her lingerie with no panties beneath. She gripped my hair, fucked my face with her split, and then came in a transcendent wave against my lips, crushing herself into me, crashing herself into me.

She didn’t pull away quickly. She continued to let the vibrations spiral through her, hitting her clit against my mouth to stretch the pleasure to its ultimate limits. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled back and resumed her attention to my throbbing dick. She undid the cock ring and wrapped me in her fist. Then she licked the head of my cock almost as if she were trying to French-kiss it. Sloppy wetness surrounded my dick head. I bit down a cry of sheer bliss. I hadn’t expected such a lovely reward from my mistress. Not so soon, anyway. She was keeping me on my toes.

She resumed her one-sided conversation with my manhood. “You like that, don’t you? You like the way my mouth feels on you?”

If my cock had been able to talk then, it would have told Gloria exactly how sensational she was making it feel.

“‘Come for me,’”She whispered, granting the permission I required. “‘Come with me.’”

“Would you like to feel my pussy on you?”

I couldn’t help myself. I was the one to say, “Yes. Oh, yes. Yes, please, Mistress.”

She laughed darkly. “What will you do for me?”

“Anything,” I said, because at that moment, I would. I was helpless to resist her.

“Will you take my cock?”

That was a no-brainer. “Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”

She began to prepare me. She pulled out the butt plug without any warning, and then she undid my bindings. I lay entirely still even without the cuffs or the thongs holding me in place. I awaited her next command, knowing in my head what was coming.

“On your knees,” she demanded. Still wearing the blindfold, I rolled over and got into the position she’d instructed. She stroked me for a moment, running the palm of her hand from the nape of my neck all the way to the curve of my ass. Then she let her fingertips wander between my cheeks to stroke my anus. I felt empty there without the plug. She must have known that.

“Sweet little asshole,” she cooed. “You want my big dick, don’t you? You want to take me in you to the hilt.”

I lowered my head, staying silent. I did indeed want what she was describing. Every last word.

Gloria moved off the bed. I could hear her going through her sex toys. I knew precisely what she was looking for: her favorite harness and dildo. I could see her in my mind, the way she’d look stripped naked, wearing only that black leather harness and sporting her massive synthetic hard-on.

The mattress settled once more as Gloria rejoined me on the bed. But she didn’t get behind me. Not right away. She settled herself directly in front of my face. Her dick traced over my cheeks, then my lips. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t suck her in. Not until she gave me the order, not until she whispered the command.

“This is my cock,” she said. “Show me how you appreciate my cock. Show me how you love it.”

I opened my mouth and took in the very head of her dick. I started to work slowly, licking the tip before drawing more of the shaft down my throat. Gloria stroked my hair and told me I was her good boy, her best boy. Her words of encouragement and enthusiasm spurred me on. I could feel how hard my dick was. I could imagine Gloria slicking her lips over my own cockhead. I employed all the little tricks she uses when she bestows sweet oral goodness to me. Gloria groaned as if she could feel the ministrations of my mouth on her. She moaned as if her dick weren’t synthetic at all, but an actual part of her. When she’d had her fill, she pulled back and moved around me on the mattress.

“Such a perfect blowjob deserves a reward,” she said, and she got behind me and held on to my hips. For a moment, she teased me. She let the spit-slickened head of her dick press against my asshole without plunging forward. My whole being was alive with desire. I felt flickers of energy dart through me everywhere. This is why I bow to my mistress. This is why I put myself in her capable hands. Because she understands. She fully grasps my urges and desires, and she fulfills every one, every time.

Then she said, “Tell me what you want, Paul. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

I was filled with gratitude that she was asking for my input. She wanted to know exactly what I needed — so I told her. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Mistress, fuck me.”

To give us both a slippery ride, she added more lubrication. Then, as I held my breath, as she gripped my hips, she thrust in. Instantly, I was overwhelmed with the sensations. My mistress had her cock in me. My own cock jerked in response. She brought one hand down to milk me with her fingers as she fucked me with her dick. I could not believe that only a short time before I’d been asleep, lost to dreamland, done with the night. Thankfully, Gloria had seen fit to stay awake, to bring this vista of pleasures to the both of us. Because I knew in my heart, in my core, that what she was doing to me brought her bliss, as well.

“Tell me, Paul,” she insisted, and her voice was a hoarse command. “Tell me how you feel.”

“Oh, Gloria,” I whispered. “So good. It feels so right to have your cock in my hole.”

“Tell me more,” she commanded, and I understood what she craved. A steady stream of my praise and adoration for all that she gives me, for the way she makes me whole.

“The way you fill me up,” I told her, my voice raw with undiluted honesty, “the way you work me…” I trailed off, searching for the proper way to explain. How could she understand? I wanted her to know, to accept how deeply I yearned for her, burned for her.

“It’s like you’re in my head,” I said, because that was it. That was my truth. “You see what I want before I even know the desire.”

And she did. Her hand began tugging on my dick. Her toy cock worked harder, faster inside my ass. Until I sensed I was on the verge of a mammoth orgasm, one that I would not be able to stop. I wondered if she knew, too, if she could tell what was about to happen.

“I can’t…” I said. “I mean, I have to…”

She was in motion then, unbuckling her harness, tossing aside the toy so that I heard it smack the floor nearby. In a flash, she moved her body so that she was beneath me, and she grabbed me around the waist once more, allowing me entrance to her sacred pussy. I was enthralled, untamed, released. The sensation of her cunt around my cock was almost too much to handle. I did my best to hold on, to hold out, until she gave in.

“Come for me,” she whispered, granting the permission I required. “Come for me, Paul. Come with me.”

So I did. Shooting inside her. Filling her up. I made us both a sticky mess, and she laughed as she came again, climaxing with me this time, so that we were truly joined. Then, breathing hard, she undid the blindfold that had kept me in the dark all this time.

“Beautiful,” she said. “That was truly beautiful.”

She kissed me as we lay there, naked and entwined, back to ourselves, back to our senses. I turned my head and saw the handcuff key resting on our night table. Until next time, I thought. Until, perhaps, tomorrow.

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